The delicate mystery answered like a memory
part of the scenery, i bring no purposeful injury
discovery of a unity with such a simplicity
recovery of senses lost through our history

we are all only part land, part sea
every tiny particle is part of our key
every little mouse, every giant tree
I am part of you, and you are part of me

a cultural discovery of uncovered humanity
actively prolonging the agony of mankind's vanity
what is really living passively or living savagely?
simple serenity destroyed by our brutality

the dark circles under my eyes
are the windows to my soul
i drop to my knees and cry to the sky
Lord help me out of this hole

i try fighting my own demise
starting to lose all control
when God denies my desperate cries
i only fall further below

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*Clouded skies somberly cascade
upon motionless vistas,
floating unrehearsed melancholy hues
where muted feelings roam
on a spring morning echoing
a weary winter dream

I sit beneath a weeping willow’s
unhurried leaves fluttering
like silent wind chimes,
quietly pacing unheard melodies,
as dandelions seek the sun
now absent reflections in my own tears

And I reminisce of the days when
magnolia petals were our sunrise,
sweetly scenting the virginal dawn
in soft aromatic whispers,
lazily lingering upon our skin
when your smile was my every morning

Now I wait below wilting branches,
listless arches desperately reaching
but never touching the ground,
allowing desolate thoughts to wallow
as the soft earth reclaims me
from an infinite finale in gray